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The love I have is like
A rose, soft, pink,
And fragile

Blowing through the crisp wind
My petals are ruffled
Pink and bruised

You ask if he loves you,
If he loves you not as
My smooth lips flutter to the ground

I can be given as
A present, or even
A surprise

The love I have is like
A rose, I can tickle your heart
Or even your nose

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